I am a collector. I collect things, people and life experiences which is great fodder for writing. I am not a hoarder just to clarify although family members may want to dispute that. I do not have boxes of stuff piled everywhere and garbage strewn about; because nothing I have is garbage: it is all useful and treasured.
However, as I started to analyze the amount of my belongings; I began to question the validity of owning so much stuff. I started with the kitchen; and found that if I ever have 40 people over for dinner, I can serve coffee in mugs. Not a bad thing to keep because you never know when 40 people may drop in all at once. And the 32 wine glasses could come in handy—not that I ever have alcohol in my house, but if i did? I got it covered… (Perhaps I should purchase 32 wine charms to keep them straight in case I ever have a drinking party with 32 wine drinkers, which brings me to another thought [oh, shiny thing syndrome again] why do people need to mark their glasses? Do they get that drunk that they forget where they balanced a wine glass?). So, check, on to the next room!
I figure that if you own one thing, you have an item of interest. If you are perusing garage sales and you spot a second item of interest, then snatch it from the hand of another collector and bring it home, it now turns into a set. Three or more constitutes a collection. And that is how I ended up with many collections: turtles, Pez dispensers, Kinder egg Surprises (which has now led to a diagnosis of diabetes), and so on and so on.
I have a great display of carved coconut heads from the islands (I think, never having gone myself). And who could do without a collection of turkey wish bones hanging on the pot rack. I’m afraid to break them in case I don’t make the right wish and it would be a wasted wish. (Same as birthday candles, they usually burn down before I can decide which wish I need the most for the coming year).
Should anyone be in need of a cloth shopping bag; I have enough for the extreme couponers when they make their television debut. Hard to throw out that useful item which I usually have received free when I spent too much—and now also brings me to the point of having an excessive amount of garbage cans and how would you possibly throw one of those out—I tried, it keeps getting thrown back on my lawn. However, back to the cloth bag issue; I always forget them in the car, so they are new and you know you can’t possibly throw out a “new thing”.
I guess I also collect kids when you think about it; I have 4 ½. The ½ being the one I acquired through marriage. And you can’t throw them out! I have 3 unnamed cats, 2 are for backup in case something happens to the first one. I used to have 3 St. Bernard’s, but even I found that a little excessive—so they became Kijiji Phoebe and Phoenix. Oh, and I have lots of guests because I keep them too. You know visit for a week, stay for 6 months—that sort of thing.
I have even run out of places to put shelves; although there has recently been a ban put in place in this abode that I am only allowed to put up one new shelf a week. I recently purchased 3 fantastic fake stone shelves, but could not find a single wall to put them. So the dilemma now arises, do I raise the ceilings to put up more shelves? Or do I part with a few collections?
P.S. (Got a number for a great contractor?)
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